The purity seeps through my cracks
the emotion in which my heart lacks
squeezing to drain,
Yet, it's so dry.
Patiently waiting for the rain to
shower me
to retrieve the love
pitted in the depths of the soul
to bring me back to life.
The purity seeps through my cracks
the emotion in which my heart lacks
squeezing to drain,
Yet, it's so dry.
Patiently waiting for the rain to
shower me
to retrieve the love
pitted in the depths of the soul
to bring me back to life.